I don't think we ever look at trees the same way as we look at them in blossom. Well, maybe in the fall. They cast a lovely ghostly glow in the streets at night, but they're hard to photograph that way.

The white blossoms push the house's darkly-painted entrance into a deeper sanctuary.

OK, so this looks like New York in the movies. Back in the cold days of winter, the residents would mostly see just one another. Now, with the advent of beautiful weather, we learn we have to share the sidewalks and streets with many new visitors. It can be a little disconcerting and even a little sad.

Every well-appointed brick apartment building should have its own tree.

So, the New York that's the fall and winter, the city where we snuggled inside against the cold, has come to an end. The city has turned itself inside out. (Images by Walking Off the Big Apple from the late afternoon of April 3, 2010.)